Even though Bowie got to the point of really hating this period of his creativity,
he created this spectacle that was easy to get sucked into in ’72. I can think of
dozens of other albums during this time that I loved, but there were always people
around that were completely bonkers around these infectious tunes and you couldn’t
help but smile (and sometimes, dance) when you heard them. Music as infectious laughter.
Like new flavors of potato chips that are introduced every year, some of his “re-inventing”
worked gloriously with your senses and sometimes it left a horrible taste. I’m happy that
he was a constant seeker. This was one of those gems - but, it's still “crisps.” (8.3)
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